105 - DJANGO перевод на английский

105

Q t rescate 105
Llego el de la infancia de Abrahan Lincoln
El q todos los muros me los brinco
Yo no tengo un límite
Porque todo lo mío es inminente
Tu y toda tu gente por siempre me vera al frente
No seas ocurrente
Y digas q me falta algo
Lo q falta es matemática pa saber cuánto valgo
Sabes algo ojala hubiera otra teletón
Pa donarte mi don
Y deje de estar de copión
Tu y tu cria
Deje de hablar tanta tontería
Q escuchan mi letra hasta por telepatía
Te escupiría
Y no pa saber si se duplica
Sino pa q sirva siquiera de piso vacenica
Interpreto d q tas hecho para faltarte el respeto
Yo t quitaría la lengua y la tendría de amuleto
Esto es maroma
Aguántalo si se desploma
No tortures mas mejor escribe en otro idioma
Esto es un hit
Rompiéndote en un bit
Me hablas de hip hop y aprendiste Will Smith
Esto no es ocho milla
No se haga el palomilla
Q a la hora d medrentar saca cuchillo de mantequilla
Si es q tanto brilla
Me sirve de neón
Tu letra esta tan buena pa un programa de nickelodeon
Yo volví de alto rango
No vale ni un mango
Díctame al victimario su nombre Django
Este es mi bando Django
Coleccionando aquí las liricas q allá le mando
Como comando rastrillando y disparando al manco
El colechan acá con Django
Causa dígame cuando esta gente no a estado al mando Te prometo
Q voy a rapear a este esqueleto
Y es q soy tan bueno q me va a escuchar hasta tu nieto
Tengo cache
En doble "H"
Y un buen flow q si soy malo
Y el estilo q me sobra si quieres te lo regalo
Vale…practica q no te sale
Es pura mentira decir q somos iguales
La diferencia está escrita en un solo verso
Tú escribes en tres días yo rapeo sin esfuerzo
Es q hoy por hoy
Me valgo por lo q soy
Si esto fuera grafiti seria copen yuotontoy
Batalla
La q propicio en la raya
Si no sabes calla
Q no estás en talla
Tengo talento pa romperte con sustento
Con usted me enfrento y salgo cantando contento
Chápate este estilo
En guerra aniquilo
Letra doble filo
A lo deportado en virilo
Quiere más reclama
El flow se me derrama
Yo escuchaba 2pac cuando andabas en pijamas
Recuerda mi nombre por si me necesita
Pregunta al Porvenir q estoy dando clases gratuitas
Este es mi bando Django
Coleccionando aquí las liricas q allá le mando
Como comando rastrillando y disparando al manco
El colechan acá con Django
Causa dígame cuando esta gente no a estado al mando

105

Q to the rescue, 105
The one from Abraham Lincoln's childhood has arrived
The one who jumps over all the walls
I have no limit
Because everything I do is imminent
You and all your people will always see me at the front
Don't be witty
And say that I'm missing something
What's missing is the math to know how much I'm worth
You know something, I wish there was another telethon
To donate my gift
And stop being a copycat
You and your offspring
Stop talking so much nonsense
They hear my lyrics even through telepathy
I would spit on you
And not to see if it duplicates
But so that it can at least serve as a floor, you filthy one
I interpret what you're made of to disrespect you
I would take your tongue and keep it as an amulet
This is a tightrope walk
Hold on if it collapses
Don't torture yourself anymore, better write in another language
This is a hit
Breaking you in a bit
You talk to me about hip hop and you learned from Will Smith
This isn't 8 Mile
Don't act like a tough guy
Because when it comes to threatening, you pull out a butter knife
If you shine so bright
You can be my neon light
Your lyrics are good enough for a Nickelodeon show
I came back high-ranking
You're not worth a penny
Dictate to the victim your name, Django
This is my crew, Django
Collecting the lyrics I send you here
Like a commando, raking and shooting at the one-armed man
They harvest here with Django
Tell me, man, when have these people not been in charge? I promise
That I'm going to rap to this skeleton
And I'm so good that even your grandson will listen to me
I have cache
In double "H"
And a good flow, even if I'm bad
And the style that I have left over, I'll give it to you if you want
Okay... practice, it's not working out for you
It's a pure lie to say that we are equal
The difference is written in a single verse
You write in three days, I rap effortlessly
It's that today
I'm worth what I am
If this were graffiti, it would be Cope2, you fool
Battle
The one I cause on the line
If you don't know, shut up
You're not in my league
I have the talent to break you with sustenance
I face you and come out singing happily
Take this style
In war, I annihilate
Double-edged lyrics
Like a deportee, manly
If you want more, ask for it
The flow spills over me
I was listening to 2Pac when you were still in pajamas
Remember my name in case you need me
Ask El Porvenir, I'm giving free classes
This is my crew, Django
Collecting the lyrics I send you here
Like a commando, raking and shooting at the one-armed man
They harvest here with Django
Tell me, man, when have these people not been in charge?